It was my first year of teaching. Ever. I’m a high school English teacher. At 23 years old I never imagined myself being a “respectable adult” and a “role model” to teens because I’m everything but. The first semester was quiet. I met all of my colleagues and got along well with everyone. One of my colleagues caught my eye from day one, though.
Keith(32M). Tall, olive skinned, dark haired, muscular Greek god. I have a boyfriend, but there’s something about Keith that drives me absolutely crazy. It could be the fact that he’s married and gorgeous, his gold wedding ring on his ring finger makes my mind go to dark places.
I’ve always been pretty average looking, long brown hair, brown eyes and a decent body. Not too bad. Cute even. In the beginning of the second semester I cut my hair short and dyed it platinum blonde. Everywhere I went I got looks from men and it felt goooood.
Everything between Keith and I changed when I came to school with my new look. We started chatting and hanging out.